Balloons...

I had an imagining...

A lady is driving home from a long day at work and is feeling lonely and heavy laden because it is her birthday and no one has called her to wish her happy birthday. As she pulls up to her house she sees a cluster of colorful balloons floating above her mailbox, blowing back and forth in the breeze. "There! There! There is someone's affection. There is someone's acknowledgment and celebration of me!" she thinks to herself. She quickly turns off her car and heads straight to the mailbox where she grabs the balloons and cries and comforts herself with them. She smiles at them and thanks them and talks to them as if they were the person that tied them to the mailbox. Finally she decides to sit down on the curb and spend the evening with the balloons because they have brought her so much joy after such a bad day.

We are like this lady. We are spending our lives giving glory to balloons when the balloons are only a signal. They are only a hint. They are only a sign that there is something more. She should've seen the balloons and quickly known that something more was going on, someone placed them there. If she had run into her house instead of to the balloons then she would've found it packed with friends and loved ones waiting to celebrate her with singing and gifts and hugs. Much more than the balloons could ever give her. Today I will remind myself to focus on my heavenly Father and not the things of this world. Those things of this world are only signs pointing to something so much greater and bigger than we could ever imagine. I will turn toward Him today and away from the silly balloons that I am sitting with and taking comfort from.